Compost

At our local mega-giant-club-store-where-you-buy-in-quantities-that-would-feed-third-world-countries they had a compost bin for a price I couldn’t pass up.  I bought the bin because I hate throwing away so much food.  We throw out so much stuff wrapped in plastic trash bags that could be recycled that I’m embarrased to be involved in the process.  So along with recycling glass, plastic, paper and metal products I’m also recycling some of our food waste.  That food will go into the compost bin, get eaten up by bacteria, and according to the line drawing that came with the instructions, will come out as small lines of garden goodness.

We’ll till the compost into our dirt and then our dirt will be happy.  Happy dirt for happy worms that will be eaten by happy birds.  I’m hoping the happy birds will then drop happy bird droppings on our car instead of the sad or solum droppings that they now drop periodically.  Because that would make me happy.   Not as happy as, say, not having the droppings hit my car at all, but better than sad droppings.  That’s why you should compost, too.

What environmentally friendly/fiendly things do you participate in?  Not “earth day” which is just a joke, but real things that you feel emotionally involved in like driving a Hummer or a Prius?

Reggae, Ska and Jamaican Music History

If you’ve not already checked out the Pandora Podcast, please consider doing so, its excellent.  Rather than link straight to it I’m going to suggest you start here: the History of Reggae & Ska.  Wow.  This podcast continues to amaze me with the quality of the information.  Very, very worthwhile for musicians.

Squaredance

There is nothing like country music and line dancing to make you wish you married your sister.  Or if you don’t have a sister, maybe you wish you lost a dog or something.

Squaredancing on the other hand makes you wish that you had coordination enough to dance more sophisticated dances like you see people doing in theater productions.  Don’t get me wrong, squaredancing is fun because its easy, but after evaluating my ability to play simon says where every call is something simon said, I’m ready to take on dancing with the average Joe.  Its like reality TV only its reality.  I have relatives who went to school for dance, I have even more relatives who ballroom dance, but its just not in me.  When I have danced ‘improvised dance’ I think that some people present were ready to call 911 to make sure that the ambulance was hurrying because the convulsions were getting worse.

This last Saturday our church had a dance – but it was a square dance.  Various members of the congregation stayed home because they had some sense, but we wanted our girls to be able to have fun.  And fun they did have [<- that sentence was so Yoda, I don’t know where it came from].  And we as adults had fun.  It was the first time I’d danced with my wife in public since we got married.  8.5 years of not knowing that the easiest way for me to dance with Jessica was to take up square dancing.

I think next year I need to wear suspenders.

You Can Buy ANYTHING on eBay

I have written in the past about eBay and man breasts. Today I think that I found out about eBay and breasts of all sorts. While reading a blog (that to my knowledge does not write about nude breasts every day) I saw this advertisement and just had to snap a shot:

a naughty advertisement

I never thought that you could buy those sorts of things online – I thought it took a plastic surgeon or a pixel surgeon.

Operation Treadstone

For the fun of it I’ve decided to take advantage of the free 10,000 step a day exercise program. I’m going to try to walk 10,000 steps or more a day. That way, if I calculate correctly, I can increase my ice cream intake to quarts a day instead of my usual summertime intake of half a quart a day.

What are you going to to do participate in my weightloss program? No, not for you, for me? Will you help me walk 10,000 steps a day? For every comment that gets left on this post I will add 100 steps to my daily steps up to 2,000 more steps (or 20 comments, whichever happens first). I’ll add a bonus 100 steps to my daily count if someone can tell me what book the title of this post comes from (besides my wife, who knows this book most likely because she’s read it).

Tally:

  • Jeremy: +100
  • Rebecca/Becky/My: +200 [right answer for the bonus question]
  • Trint: +200
  • Mom: +100

Total: 10,600 steps a day is now my goal (or roughly over six miles).  Achieved today by an end of the day walk-around-the-sofa-fest.

American Idol’s Star of the Night?

Tonight’s super-star was a girl who couldn’t have been more than 11 or 12 years old. She cried during several of the performances. How do I know? Because when she was crying the camera crew was on her. She got more attention than the artists when she turned on the water works.

Congratulations Ashley (Ryan Seacrest asked her name) for rocking America with your tears of joy. It was truly like the British invasion video footage I have seen of teen girls crying over the Beatles.

Bigotry at the Bowling Alley

I wanted to point out that the below image [click to view in a larger size] is a sign of bigotry:

Bigotry at the Bowling Alley

Tell me you didn’t love that double entendre.  This blonde, British baby is clearly not allowed to stick its hand into the ball return.  This sort of discrimination makes me sad.  Why can’t the blonde, mullet wearing babies of Britain stick their hands into the ball return?  This must stop.  I demand answers.

I have one last thing to say: Frank Thomas. [Psst.  That’s an inside joke with someone who probably doesn’t even read this blog]

Abby’s First Time Bowling

Tonight after work Kurt called and invited us to go bowling with he and Becky. <complete lie>Being avid bowlers</complete lie> we said, “Yes!” I actually enjoy bowling now for some reason. In fact tonight I bowled a 157 on the second game. Anyway, we said that we’d go bowling in part because it would be Abby’s first exposure to bowling. She was excited because she happened to have on a shirt with different sports balls pictured on it, so it was the ‘right’ shirt to wear. The video linked below is her first ever bowling experience. Enjoy it, it makes this daddy proud. Slowly, but surely, proud. I love to see Abby’s joy. And it doesn’t hurt that Uncle Kurt is yelling, “Go ball, Go,” either!

Abby bowls for the first time

Evie, too:

Daddy & Evie Bowling